Days of being wild, Wong Kar-wai, 1990
Moi, ‘Tu as grandi?’
Elle, ‘Parce que je porte des chaussures à talons hauts.’
Hardly had her voice faded away, the beginning of the film Days of being wild went through my head. Lazy music brought me flying over large tracts of palm trees in the 1960s.
Moi, ‘Parce que tu es un palmier tropical.’
Lui, ’Parce que tu es un oiseau sans pieds. Tu voles sans cesse. Tu dors dans le vent.’